Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.